"I knew I'd find you here James" The King's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a new figure. The newcomer was a pretty lady who looked to be in her early twenties. She had beautiful black hair and rare green eyes. She held a picnic basket in one hand and a scroll in the other.
"Mom" the King mumbled softly. "That's strange. Mom didn't have green eyes." She continued.
"Hehe. Oh you brought food. That's great. I'm starving." James licked hips lips as he stared hungrily at the picnic basket.
"Yeah. I know a bloke like you wouldn't think of bringing food. All you think about is training." The pretty lady smiled at James, her comment causing the equally pretty man to blush slightly.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. Her shout startled James who proceeded to ask, "What is it?"
"I forgot to pack a mat", she stated while rubbing her forehead in frustration.
"That isn't an issue", he orated. "
The King was very confused now, her mind in complete disarray. If her father had this much power, and her mother wasn't any different, then how did the Usurper succeed. How did a measly thief at the lowly peak of the above-mortal realm, best a couple with power towering far above his? Her parents were at the very least, peak earth realm experts, and very possibly in the heaven realm. So how did the Usurper pull this off? As far as she knew, there was no way one could make up for such a vast difference in strength. Even the most devastating poison on the planet- the Midnight Rose- wasn't able to perform such a miracle. The midnight rose was a poisonous plant that was capable of destroying a mortal's ability to wield. It was that terrifying. Best case scenario, one would still have their strength and yet wouldn't be able to improve anymore, no matter how hard they tried. Worst case scenario, total loss of strength. Although this potent poison, which was so rare that it appeared once a
Almost immediately after her prophecy had ended, Morgana toppled to the ground. Luckily, James was right behind her, ready to receive the woman he loved into his strong arms. Morgana gave a weak smile of thanks, managing to raise her left arm to caress his cheeks. Even that action proved difficult as the arm fell limply almost immediately after completing its mission. It was quite clear that the ability had drained her of all her energy and strength, a feat that was only made possible when one received insights into a great destiny."Shush. Don't talk. Don't attempt to do anything", James soothingly spoke as he held her up. He embraced her in a 'princess carry' as he began to walk away from the field towards the North, where a huge tower had its roof kissing the glorious sky. A handsome man with a large sword strapped to his back, carried a beautiful maiden through the luscious green plains as the sun set silently behind them. Oh what a picturesque scene it was.
"Who's there? Show yourself" James abruptly halted his steps as he looked around vigilantly. His ears twitched in response to his state of alertness, ready to transmit any sounds to its master. The King looked around curiously. Although she knew her parents didn't die here, she still felt the unease of helplessly watching your loved ones in danger. "Do not interfere. They will be fine" Reiki transmitted to her upon feeling the constant pressure on him decreasing, indicating that she was about to stand up. "Of course I know they were fine. Still can't help it though." She stated with an annoyed expression as she gave up on the strength that was slowly building in her forearms, ready to propel her forward and off her seat."You do not want to reveal yourself? Well, that's fine. Let me help you!" James screamed as he unsheathed his zweihander. He threw the large sword high into the air as he readjusted his fiancée's position, taking the utmost care not to aw
"Stabit" James mumbled softly as he raised his hand to shield his cheek. His sword remained in the air, as though he was still holding on to it. A small spark stopped right before his palm, unable to move any further. He turned his eyes to the direction it came from. He couldn't see anyone, but he didn't need his eyes to see what his other senses did. His ears picked up the slight rustling of leaves a few kilometres away. It could very well be an animal, after all there were several creatures in the forest. But no animal was capable of shooting a gun from such a distance. And he'd rather risk killing an innocent creature, than to leave his back wide open for a hidden sniper."Reflexionem", he said. The small spark heeded his words. It flew at breath taking speed towards its origin._____________________________________________________________________________________Some few kilometres away, another black clothed figure-
"Come James. Don't tell me you're so exhausted you cannot walk back to the city." James smiled bitterly at his guardian's words. From his tone, he was certain that the punishment that was normally meted out when he erred wasn't going to come. At least, it wasn't the same punishment. The old man was dishing out a new one. And the difficulty was way higher."And make sure you don't drop Morgana." James' eyebrows twitched at the heartless words. The difficulty had been increased still further. It was his pure will that kept him going. Now that his grandfather was here, he was barely able to walk, much less stand. And yet he was supposed to do that while carrying an extra person."You heartless old man! The least you can do is to give me a hand!" he screamed at the figure floating a few metres ahead of him with the unfortunate assassin in his grasp."I could" he replied. "But I won't. Oh and if Morgana wakes up, I will punis
In dimly lit cell, sat a middle aged man. There was nothing remarkable about him. He was one of those that would gain no attention in a crowd. However, his eyes left quite the impression. They were deep red, almost as though they were filled with blood. He was devoid of any injuries and seemed to be in very good condition. If not for the chains that bound him, there was no way one would have pegged him as the prisoner. His state was a stark contrast to the young man who sat before him. The face that was supposed to be colourful and full of life was haggard and weary. He looked as though he had been shipwrecked and stranded on an unknown island for years, awaiting his rescue. His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to keep awake. The simple task of keeping his eyes open had become a monstrously taxing endeavour. He wasn't alone though. A man bearing many similarities to the young man sat beside him. He had his legs crossed as he carelessly chewed on a chewing stick.
"Do you think he told the truth?" James asked his grandfather. The older man was washing his hands. The blood filled basin was quickly picked up and disposed by the servant who formerly stood at the side. Another handed the Emperor a white towel so he could wipe his hands of the remnants of water that remained."The blood of one tainted with the aura of darkness. It smells as filthy as ever." The Emperor didn't answer his grandson right away. He wiped his hands with rigor as though it had been stained with acid. He had a disgusted look on his face."No one asked you to kill him so gruesomely, did they?" James' eyelids twitched as he replied. His grandfather could have easily killed the assassin- sorry, the deceased assassin- yet he chose to slowly torture the man. They had spent hours in the cell. The first few minutes served as a question and answer session. The minutes and hours that followed were filled with the screams of an anguished ma
"Leave" the Emperor commanded. His subordinates didn't voice any complaints at the unexpected order, nor did they question the emperor concerning who he was referring to before. They bowed slightly and disappeared."Don't bother looking for them. They've already left." The Emperor turned to address the one who sat on the eternal throne, his great granddaughter. Her face was filled with shock from the Emperor's previous words. Her shock was compounded when the figures that filled the room all disappeared without a trace."They wouldn't be worthy nobility realm experts if they couldn't escape the senses of an earth realm genius." The Cold Emperor still had a genial smile on his face when he addressed the one he referred to as 'girl'."How did you…?" the king questioned, still in shock over the previous events. First and foremost, when James had bolted out of the room, the eternal throne was meant to follow the young